Take a trip to the woods, where the sugar cranes lie, and the the gnomes play hide-and-seek all day. The mushrooms grow slimy and huge. The slugs are friendly, and always have time to stop and chat (in their monocles and top-hats). The ferns adorned in the finest dew drops, like crystals upon a gorgeous face, have fancy balls. They dance with the wind, and bask in the creeping sunlight. At night they snuggle into their frost suits and snore quite obnoxiously. The creek is where the bands of frogs are singing, accompanied of course, by the fiddling grass hoppers and chirping cicadas. The water spiders orchestrate such fanciful maneuvers upon the surface of flowing stream. The dearth of any rush or worry only perpetuates the calm in the air. The trees who sleepily yawn, can hardly be bothered for a spot of conversation. And the salamanders crawling among the wet damp rocks, are too under-bellied to trust.
